I wait for news to come
he’s dying
Sent home to wait
to make ready
This I know and sense
the feeling is oppressive
I walk through the garden
work needs doing
Yet I’m avoiding it
turned earth upsets me
It reminds me of opened graves
and the cloying scent of flowers
I turn and walk back in
past spring grass and flowers
Which I planted and tended
but cannot remember their names


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I almost took a walk.
I walk via graveyards.
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The grief-hurt goes away?
I think the pain grows more.
I debating if Grief gets greater?
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I am working on nature's antidotes.
It looks like a great day to read blogs.
I wish we could (bump) into people.
I mean really Hear what Heart says.
I will be thinking about Here all day.